She also is intent on her reading, only her book, as usual, is a novel.
My arrival makes a disagreeable impression on my pupil.
"O, I say!" and he springs up from his seat at the table, and lowers his black-ringed, little head defiantly, "lessons to-day?"
"Why not?" smiles his father.
"But it's Chanukah!" answers the boy, tapping the floor with his foot, and pointing to the first light, which has been placed in the window, behind the curtain, and fastened to a bit of wood.
"Quite right!" growls the old gentleman.
"Well, well," says the younger one, with indifference, "you must excuse him for once!"
I have an idea that she has become suddenly paler, that she bends lower over her book.
I wish them all good night, but the young house-master will not let me go.
"You must stay to tea!"